My family always wanted to have a foreign exchange student, after my aunt and uncle had one from Japan, my senior year. It was really awesome having a temporary cousin from a different culture for a year. They lived close, but in a different school district. He didn't go to my school, but our families were together on the weekends and during breaks. He was a really nice guy. About 5' tall, 18 years old, darker skin, black thick hair, and... I did see him naked once during a family weekend swim. We were at the local pool, and we got changed in the locker room together. I had regular board shorts, and he had the skimpiest speedo. But as he changed into it, I noticed he was intact, with a nice 5" long thick cock. It was a bit darker than the rest of him, and hanging out of a very thick bush of straight black hair. He noticed me as well. I was blonde, super white, skinny as a tree branch and also sporting a foreskin. He was hesitant to ask, being a very polite guy, but he inquired about my foreskin.
He said, "During showers at PE, I only saw Americans that were circumcised."
I responded, "It was a common practice to rob boys in the US of their foreskins, but some of us escaped the mutilation."
He looked sad and said, "I don't understand how anyone could do that to boys."
Later that same year, my parents applied to have a foreign exchange student too. They were accepted and he was going to be living with us starting that August, before we went to college, and living with us for a year. We were both going to college in August and it was a perfect situation for him to have a temporary family here in the US to visit with durning breaks. We were going to be "brothers" and bunking together. I could only imagine having this kind of comfort if I studied abroad. His name was Dylan and he was coming from a small island of the coast of Ireland. It was supposedly a really rural area of Ireland, and he was coming to a very rural part of the Midwest. So the culture shock would only come to both of us when we got to campus.
We all went to our tiny airport to pick him up. The poor guy had been on a plane for so long, and had to take multiple layovers to get from his little island to our small airport. We all waited at the end of the terminal with a big sign that said "Welcome to the Midwest, Dylan".
I noticed a rather ripped, very Ginger, guy with freckles, and a tight green T-Shirt look towards us. He had a huge smile and ran over to us. He said hello with the thickest Irish accent I've ever heard. I was taken aback a bit at what a gorgeous specimen he was. I was a bit jealous at first glance at his thick red styled hair, ripped arms and pecs poking from under his shirt.
We drove back to our house and showed him where his bedroom was going to be until we went to our dorms in a couple of weeks. It was gonna be right next to mine. I was excited to have a brother per se at this point in my life.
School started on August 10th and I drove us to our dorms, about an hour away towards the big city. I'd only driven to Chicago or St. Louis on my own, and this was great having a passenger to talk to the whole time. We were cracking up about being "farmers" but not being actual farmers. We just lived and grew up in the sticks.
Once we pulled up to the dorm, he said, "wow, this is a really old building. I hope it looks as cool on the inside as it does on the outside."
We lugged all of our boxes, suitcases, and mini fridge up to our dorm. It was a very hot August Summer afternoon, and we were sweating through our shirts. The dorms were built in the early 1900's so there was no central AC. Once we had everything set up in our "not so small" dorm, we took our shirts off and wiped our faces down. I was afraid we would have a small hole to live in, but it was rather large compared to what I expected. We were only two doors down from the showers and 4 from the elevator. We looked at each other, dripping with sweat and shirtless. I said, awkwardly, "You are ripped and that is a nice bod".
I immediately blushed at delivering him this compliment, but he replied with "You are sporting a nice frame too, Lad."
The awkwardness subsided and we went back to putting our knick knacks, books, toiletries, and clothes were they should go. I did notice that he was prone to only wearing basketball shorts and it didn't look like he wore anything under them. There was a bit of a swinging behind the curtain with every major move he made while getting set up. We turned on our box fans that were propped in the windows and blew all the hot air out. I had brought a bottle of Irish Whiskey, that my older cousin bought me. I was excited to get our first drink on in our new found freedom. Dylan looked at me with excitement as I opened the bottle and poured us a small glass. We didn't have any ice, so it was a bit strong and warm, but it did the trick.
"Cheers to a new year of fun and friendship, buddy," I said as we clinked our glasses together. We then laid in our beds hoping to get some relief from the move, and fell asleep. We laid coverless in our shorts on our beds, and just before I fell asleep, I could see he was pitching a tent, and snoring. This made me laugh, as I was probably going to do the same. Like every night so far in my life.
The next day, we compared our schedules. We were going to have similar freshman classes, but he was on more of a Biology/Science path with classes, while I was more Arts and Math. We only had a couple classes at the same time. We each had a P.E. elective. I was doing Volleyball, and he was taking Lacrosse. We were back in our dorms around the same time and would hit the cafeteria together.
He was becoming friends with a lot of my old high school friends that were in some of his classes. A handful of my classmates were accepted and were going to our same college now. I didn't realize that one of my exes was attending, but realized when he even started asking me about a girl. I asked him what her name was, and he said Samantha. Based on all the clues from his description, it had to be her.
I said, "She was really good at blowjobs, and was very horny, but was also very jealous and high maintenance. She was really interested in my cock, because it was the only one she had ever seen with a foreskin."
He looked at me with a side grin, and said, "I might need to talk to her more, if it was okay with you."
We had a nice weekend coming up. Nothing to do, so we decided to get rebellious and head to a local adult shop, and then maybe hit up a head shop, just for good measure. Neither of us had been so scandalous in our lives before, and we were super excited.
That Friday night, Dylan went to the local adult store and buy something funny. He blushed and said, "That sounds like fun."
Once we got to the store, I noticed that it was a bit shadier than I expected it to be. We gathered our courage and still went in. The first thing we saw was a wall of dildos and personal massagers. We both blushed at the display of dicks in front of us. Dylan turned to me and asked, "why are all dildos circumcised?".
I didn't know how to answer. He continued by saying that he preferred an intact cock to play with. I was taken aback by this. I asked him, "do you like men?"
He said, "I like both men and women, but loved foreskin."
I asked him, already knowing the answer, "Are you intact. I was left intact and love my foreskin."
Knowing he already knew my status, I felt he was fishing for a conversation about our foreskins to come up. His eyes shot straight down at my crotch, and I noticed that he was starting to swell up in his shorts. He was wearing some basic basketball shorts again, so they didn't hide any progressing boner. We decided to leave without buying anything, and got into my car.
We drove away and continued our conversation about our foreskins, and what we loved about them. I especially liked fingers and tongues inside my skin, rolling around. He said he really liked holding his shut when he came, making it balloon and then burst when he let go. He leaned over and whispered with his thick Irish accent, "do you want to compare?"
I almost crashed the car after hearing this. I was more than excited to compare. I had secretly been wanting to see him naked, ever since I saw him walk up to us at the airport. We weren't in the same sports electives where all guys are required to shower, and we never were in a situation yet to see each other at home or in our dorm. He was undoubtedly the only other guy that I knew was intact. I was getting a bit jealous to know that my prize might not be as exciting anymore that this gorgeous, muscular, ginger with a thick Irish accent sported the same interesting toy.
I said, "Let's wait until we get back home."